Message-ID: <14366eli$9808151827@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "George" Subject: a female domination story Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.bondage,alt.sex.stories.moderated Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <6q19vr$33b$10@oak.prod.itd.earthlink.net> MY MISTRESS JOANNA The young woman that moved across the street from me was really mysterious. I would see her pull into her driveway and look around, and then go into her house very quickly. I had no idea who she was, or what she did for a living. I did realize, however, that she was very beautiful, and I would give a year's salary for just one night with her. Her hair was jet black, and hung straight to her shoulders. Her tits looked perfect, like totally round cantaloupes held up by a bra. She wore dark clothes, which somehow complimented her olive complexion and dark eyes. One day, as I was taking out the trash, I got a really good chance to meet her. She was taking out her trash, and I waved and asked if she needed some help. "Sure," she shouted across the street, "some of these are heavy!" I jogged over and introduced myself. "I'm Jack," I said, holding out my hand to her. "I'm Joan," she said. Her grip was warm and dainty. She had startlingly dark eyes and long, black lashes. She was beautiful, even more so up close than from a distance. There was a smell about her, something mysteriously clean and provocative. I watched her ass swish back and forth as I followed her to her back porch, where the rest of her trash cans were. I hefted one, and realized how light it was. I carried two of them to the curb for her, and we were done. I took the opportunity to make my move. "Would you like to come over for a drink, later this evening?" Her face brightened with a broad grin, showing perfect, even white teeth. "Well, that would be lovely, and it's so kind of you to ask. Why not come over here, though, instead? I'd love to have you over, and thank you for your help." I agreed. I puttered around the house all day and shaved twice and showered three times before I went over. At last, the time had arrived. I was nervous as hell. I knocked on the door, and she answered right away. I was stunned by her appearance. She wore a tight leather halter top that pushed her ample, round breasts forward seductively. Her lips were painted with a really dark red lipstick. Her belly was bare, and she wore a tight black leather skirt that came to mid-thigh. I was amazed at how she looked, and I could feel my dick give a small warning: "Hey, Jack, I like that!" She invited me in, and her ass tightening and relaxing with each step as she walked really made my cock jump in my pants. She was wearing net stockings and black high heels, too. She was, in short, gorgeous and sexy. She poured me a glass of wine and sat across from me. Her legs were spread a little, and my cock nearly tore my pants open when I glanced at her crotch. No undies! I was scoping bush. She glanced at my crotch and smiled. I guessed she liked what she saw. Then, suddenly, very softly, she said, "You're staring at my pussy, aren't you, you no-good son of a bitch?" I swallowed. I could feel my face burning with embarrassment, and I knew my face reflected some shock at what she said. "Uh, well, yes," I began. "All you men are dogs," she said, standing. She walked hastily to a closet and brought out some rattling, silvery-looking things. She walked right over to me, and before I knew what was happening, I found myself chained, sitting there, a prisoner. I laughed. She reached out and slapped me. It was a gentle slap, but a slap nonetheless. "How dare you laugh in the presence of Mistress Joanna?" she asked. "What the fuck ---" And, she slapped me again. I stood, and started to walk away. Then, I realized that the thing around my neck was her arm, and I found myself thrown to the floor. I lay on my back, her glossy black high heel in my chest. Looking straight up, I could see her cunt and her ass beneath her skirt as she stood above me. Then, realization dawned on me. This was a dominatrix, a female who liked male sex slaves. I wondered about that. I wondered why my cock was nearly bursting out of my pants. "Now, I'm going to pull your pants off, dog, and I want you to crawl over to me afterward and let me put your collar on." Her voice was harsh, demanding. What she was saying wasn't a conscious repetition of lines that she had learned. She was serious! I felt her pulling my clothes off as I lay there, my hands chained together. Then, she backed away, and I lay on her floor, looking at the ceiling, naked. My hard cock was throbbing, bouncing against my belly. "Now, dog, come over here and get your collar." I sat up and looked around. She sat on the other side of the room, toward her kitchen. There was a table there, and there were a lot of other things on the table. I crawled toward her, noticing that she had removed her skirt, and her legs were spread slightly. I was seeing her cunt again. My cock stabbed me in the belly as I crawled, grazing across my lower abdomen. The thrill of crawling like that, with a hairy cunt just a few feet away, really did something to me. I loved the feel of my hard cock rubbing across my stomach. She placed a collar around my neck, and I was chained to her arm that way, just like a dog. "Now, doggie, I want you to kiss my shoes." I stuck out my tongue and bent low, to kiss the bottom of her heels. Whack! I felt pain on my ass, and the slapping sound reverberated across the room. She had hit me in the butt with a riding crop, sending thrills of pain all over my ass. "Not lick, you son-of-a-bitch dog! I said ‘kiss'!" I puckered my lips and kissed her heels, then moved my lips slowly over each high-gloss shoes, kissing here and there. "Ah, that's much better. I'm just waiting for another mistake, doggie, and you will get your punishment." I glanced up at her pussy as she slid forward in the chair. Gleaming with moisture, her lips open and enticing, her cunt was less than a foot away from my face. I saw, just in time, her arm raise up. Whack! Another blow landed on my ass. I could feel the pain surge through my body. "No one told you to look at my pussy!" she said. "Now, lick my legs, all the way up to my thighs, slowly!" I stuck out my tongue and began licking her legs. Apparently, I was doing the right thing, because I didn't get a whack on the ass with the riding crop. I moved carefully toward her pussy, now inches away from my face. She even spread her legs, and I heard a slight moan escape her lips. She was loving it. I moved my tongue closer to her waiting cunt, and flicked it out and licked her lips. Whack! The pain surged through my body as she hit me with the riding crop. "No one told you to lick my pussy, you dog! Your tongue isn't clean enough to lick my pussy!" I backed away and licked her thighs, my hard cock throbbing, waiting for the next hot attack from the riding crop. After a few minutes, she spread her legs even wider, and then said, "OK, doggie, let your lapping tongue lap my pussy, and don't stop till I tell you." I began licking her pussy in earnest, my tongue traveling up one side and down the other, wishing I could use my fingers. But I couldn't. They were chained together. I pushed my tongue into her pussy part way, eliciting a moan from her. This was met, however, by another slap on the ass from the riding crop. "Don't stick your tongue in my pussy till I tell you!" she ordered. "Just keep licking my pussy lips, lick a good doggie." I continued my licking of her pussy, tasting her flowing juices, licking up her cunt juices as they flowed out of her pussy and onto the soft leather chair beneath her. She spread her legs wider and leaned back in her chair. "Lick my asshole, like a good doggie," she demanded. I licked and licked her ass hole, waiting for the riding crop to hit me, waiting for the pain and pleasure that the sensation would bring. It didn't happen. I was disappointed. I stuck my tongue in her asshole, then, and sure enough, there was the feeling of her body jerking as she brought the riding crop down on my ass. "Damn dog, I'm going to have to teach you how to lick an asshole properly, and then how to suck a cunt." "Yes, Mistress Joanna," I said. "That's better, Dog. Now, since you've been so polite, I'll let you stick your tongue in my pussy." I stuck out my tongue and fucked her pussy with it, her juices flowing all over my tongue. The inside of her cunt was hot and moist, and she writhed and kicked as I fucked her with my tongue. She came, her body jerking and writhing with every shout and moan escaping her red lips. Then, she sat still. Whack! "Stop now, Doggie," she commanded. I stopped. I heard rattling, and she reached down and undid my chains around my hands. Then, she jerked the collar around my neck. "Stand up!" she said. I stood, my hard cock sticking straight out. "I'm not going to suck that dick, not this time, Dog. But, you can stroke yourself, if you promise to cum just in my face. I don't want your cum dripping on my carpet." "Yes, Mistress Joanna," I mumbled. I began to stroke my cock, and after only four strokes, I shot an enormous load of cum onto her face and hair. Some started to drip onto the floor, and I caught it in my hand. She stuck out her tongue, and licked hungrily at the cum on her face. She stood and removed the collar, and then started putting on her clothes. We sat, fully clothed, and sipped at out wine. "Thank you for helping me with the trash," she said. "Will you help me again, soon?" "Sure," I said. "Can we have a glass of wine tomorrow?" She winked and nodded. "But, you know that wine makes me mean." I laughed. http://www.simplecom.net/palace FREE Incest Pics and stories, bondage pics, hardcore pics and stories, asian pics, links to FREE XXX always free -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----